At this critical moment, the Purple Demon revealed his vast combat experience.
"Little Divine Technique: Coiling Dragon!"
ROAR—
A piercing dragon's roar echoed as a lifelike, colossal dragon made of glittering gold fragments materialized. It opened its gaping maw and charged straight for Niu Dazhuang.
Meanwhile, three specially refined arrows shot out from his sleeves like venomous snakes. Under his precise control, one flew toward Song Changsheng's forehead, another toward his heart, and the third toward his Shenque.
Song Changsheng felt his scalp tingle. He twisted his body, dodging to the side with incredible speed.
But the three arrows, as if they had eyes of their own, swirled in mid-air and homed in on Song Changsheng, refusing to be shaken off.
"Little Divine Technique: Flowing Cloud Hand!"
Song Changsheng's hands moved like a flowing tide, swatting all three arrows out of the air.
"Little Divine Technique: Thousand Army Break!"
ROAR—
